Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too
What has become of us and why
I really have no clue
Why must Sisyphus roll uphill
His boulder to the top
Forever, so he does it still
But we can’t see the flop
What stays untouched like it was meant
When overnight we die?
Was that a message left unsent?
Neither you know, nor I.
Categories:
untouched, feelings, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
with sublime power
wild mountains and crystal lakes -
you're sure to love it
Categories:
untouched, beauty, nature,
Form: Haiku
She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen within a quiet world, enthroned.
No boastful light, no cry for passing praise,
She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene.
Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays,
Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been.
They see her not—the ones who look in fear,
For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds.
Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear
Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find.
She is a bloom the world may not deserve,
Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.
Categories:
untouched, beauty, emotions, environment, girl,
Form: Sonnet
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure,
that’s said to belong to One-eyed Willy.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
The map shows we have to be clever,
don’t you realize what you could see?
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure.
Family ties we must briefly sever
in order to truly become a Goonie.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
For social disease this is the cure,
the way to avoid a catastrophe.
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure.
Here and now matters later is over,
our chance gone as swift as the sea.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
This mad idea may make you shiver,
don’t you realize it’s meant to be?!
A pirate’s pile of untouched treasure.
It’s never been found, no not ever.
Categories:
untouched, emotions, feelings, film, tribute,
Form: Villanelle
Reach for the stars
They say
But how do we reach for things
So far away
How do we grasp
For something
We can not feel
How do we hold on
When we've never held
Reaching
For the unknown
Categories:
untouched, allusion, inspirational, star, stars,
Form: ABC
A flood, my loyal eyes disobeyed me
Tears like fractured glass betrayed me,
Stabbed my face, into a dry oasis,
My body, overthrown by the love of you,
Yet my soul, still untouched by your rain…
Categories:
untouched, betrayal, body, crush, cry,
Form: Free verse
I reside in those hazel eyes
which display emotional smile,
let the words evade coz if you sigh
this purest talk will subside.
I request you, never speak the words
your eyes convey it better!
My cold palm stays ensconced into your sturdy one
to bestow a sense of completion,
let the two never unite coz if you hold it tight
this touch would not ignite.
I request you, let the flame stay entwined
and every moment become worth rewind!
Your intense breath around me
entraps me, makes me gallop on the wildest horse.
move away from me, let me remain untouched
I request you, don’t allow the crave to wane
enable me to feel this distance!
Your sturdy stature
invites me with full strength.
let the blaze show the beauty of rage
I request you, allow this desire to grow
and make my hunger roar!
The blanket for your support around me
gives me the strength to grow
let me walk alone and conquer it all
I request you, watch me fair
I know you will always care!
Let the love be love, in it’s truest form
there’s no need to follow the norm.
I request you, just don’t say a word
May we stay entwined forever as a cord!
Categories:
untouched, break up, character, endurance,
Form: Free verse
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay."
Quote by _ Constance La France
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, form dies
but soul indwelling the vessel lives on,
joyous for it knows it will be reborn
and like the Phoenix, from ashes will rise.
It’s in ignorance that we weigh and size,
for objects we cling to, will soon be gone
and so when ego attachments are shorn,
truth of eternal life, we’ll realise.
Life and death, polarities that rotate,
like beauteous waves, which rise and subside,
so recognising that life’s but Gods play,
change as the only constant is our fate,
enabling us on earth to wingless glide,
as God breathes us gently, by night and day.
05-June-2023
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Writing Challenge - D Quotes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
untouched, death, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Categories:
untouched, dream,
Form: Free verse
A drug crazed world spins on ever faster.
Bodies tumble out of that carousel
never to be seen again.
Once whirling dervishes twirled
now they stagger and fall drunkenly.
Molestation hangs in the air
drooling its perilous lava.
All control is folly,
and yet...
this morning
I sip at a mug of Columbian
one hand to pick up a casino bought fob watch,
I let its fake gold chain run threw my fingers,
feel the weight of the colored glass jewel
set within its case
This simple tactility rests my mind
I am at peace with myself.
if all the lithium cell batteries were to cease
this instant,
I would still have this moment to live within,
the taste of rich coffee and this non-working $10 watch
to treasure.
Categories:
untouched, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Inspiration reaches out and grabs him before breakfast
He lives colors and patterns the way the rest of us breathe
Misunderstood and misused, he worries not about it.
This life means nothing; he survives on his own planet far away.
Keen imagination provides him with people, events, reasons to live.
We stayed away, for he is a bit mad, isn't he?
Anyway, he has no need of conversation or ordinary.
His mind is extravagantly unique, he is satisfied.
His paintings hold his interest. They hold him captive.
He is more obsessive compulsive than bumblebees.
He will be found some day lying among his cherished canvases
With a hardened paint brush in his non-yielding stiffened hand.
We will spend no time in here, for it will feel like a violation.
His sanctuary, his world, his nirvana, his art studio.
We will leave it undisturbed until he reincarnates as a better artist.
Categories:
untouched, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
I admire her from a distance .
As you would a piece of art .
Afraid to say things that I feel .
To touch, Or share my heart.
My body is a vessal with a heart of stone within.
I fear for all to see it . Or to use it once again .
I wore it on my shoulder for all the world to see .
It seems I gave it freely and it got the best of me.
If my life could be started over .
I would pick a different time .
One where I wouldn't know her. .
Or ever have her on my mind .
If now I was struck with blindness .
If I could never see again.
Her face would never leave me .
Her love alway's within .
Categories:
untouched, love,
Form: Rhyme
In a quiet corner of the world
lies a village quite primitive
untouched by passing centuries
folks at liberty to live
Stress-free, without the burdens
of our frenzied society
No push to keep up with others
no talk of drink or drugs, just sobriety
No superstores or sports coupes
just rowboats and canoes
They hunt and fish for all their food
~ eat healthier than me or you
Categories:
untouched, fantasy, health, society, today,
Form: Rhyme
Death's malodor dances
with winds of lament
heart wonders, mind ponders
watching sunset lose her grace,
time has become an adversary,
pulsating in our misfortune,
orchestrating a tragedy of love
heart wonders, mind ponders
in the hope of tomorrow,
silence cries for my untouched lover.
How unjust life would be
if my last sigh was not in her presence
heart wonders, mind ponders
pangs of passion plead,
to gaze into her eyes,
to lose myself in her scent,
to kiss the gloss of her lips,
to merge like ink and paper.
Devoted in an euphoric embrace,
illuminating like a perpetual rainbow
but
Romeo's curse contaminates our destiny -
her heart weeps, searching for a cure.
Simple Musing
Silent One
28 March 2020
Categories:
untouched, angst, death, love hurts,
Form: Free verse
She is soothing music,
but an unwritten script.
A silent movie,
but visually, cinematic elegance.
Infatuated lyrics thirst to
compose onto tones of her curves.
Her tongue is a sensual dance,
a serenade of sensitive sensations.
Her lips a path to pristine passion,
her eyes a gateway to heaven.
But she is grandeur of purity,
a distinction of innocence.
Fate must learn patience,
in the pursuit of desire.
Simple Musing
Silent One
8 March 2020
Categories:
untouched, desire, romance, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
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